She smiled bitterly and said to me: "Because I'm afraid of seeing these things. I'm afraid of seeing things and thinking about those memories. It's like broken glass on the ground. Every time I visit, I'm covered in bruises."
After saying that, she laughed again, walked in while laughing, and said, "Don't be afraid now, because you are back."
"I'm sorry, I" I looked at her, feeling very uncomfortable.
She walked up to me, stretched out her hand to cover my mouth, and said softly: "Don't say anything, and don't say I'm sorry. Can we start over?"
After being silent for a long time, I finally nodded.
She smiled again and said to me: "You can sleep in this room tonight. I will help you make the bed later."
"Okay, I'll trouble you."
"Don't say trouble to me. If you do, I won't care about you."
I smiled awkwardly, and she took out new sheets and bedding from the cabinet and helped me spread them.
I stood on the edge and looked at her intently. This woman in front of me really made me feel in a trance.
Although I can't remember my relationship with her, at this moment, I have a special affection for her.
Soon, she made the bed for me, and then said to me: "There is a bathroom in the room, and there are your pajamas in the cabinet. I have washed them. Go to bed early after washing, and we will leave early tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you very much."
She smiled and nodded to me, then turned and walked out of the room, but stopped at the door and called back to me.
I looked at her blankly and said, "Is there anything else?"
"Do you still remember Wang Yi?"
"Wang Yi?" I thought about the name seriously, but still couldn't remember anything.
I shook my head and said to her: "I can't remember, who is this?"
She smiled and said: "It's okay, go to bed early."
If Cheng Lu's smile is a smile that can cure all unhappiness, then An Lan's smile, I think, is the most touching in the world.
Especially the moment just now, when she looked back and smiled, I was completely fascinated.
I didn't sleep well the night I stayed at An Lan's house. I wonder if I was used to sleeping on a wooden bed in a cabin, but suddenly I wasn't used to the soft Simmons bed?
Or is it because you are just pretending to be worried?
In short, I have insomnia.
It wasn't until about three o'clock in the morning that I fell asleep. When I woke up, I looked at my phone and saw that it was already 10:30 in the morning.
We agreed with An Lan last night that since the journey is too far and we have to drive there, we should leave early.
But I actually forgot to set the alarm clock, and because of insomnia last night, I missed the departure time agreed upon with An Lan.
I hurriedly got up from the bed, quickly put on my clothes, and walked out of the room.
But I saw An Lan busy in the kitchen. I walked to the kitchen door and said to her apologetically: "I'm sorry, I forgot to set the alarm clock last night. I got up late."
"It's okay. Let's go wash up first. We'll leave after dinner."
"Are you just getting up too?" I asked her.
"I've been up early."
I suddenly felt a little embarrassed and said, "Then why didn't you wake me up! It's almost eleven o'clock now."
"I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up. It's okay. You can go wash up quickly."
I said to her again: "This trip takes nearly eighteen hours! Let's go now. Even if we don't stop along the way, we won't arrive until tomorrow morning."
She turned to look at me, smiled and said, "If we can't arrive today, then we can find a place to stay for one night on the way. What's the point?"
It seems like this is the only way to go. It’s just that I don’t have an ID card and can’t take planes or trains.
After I went to wash up, An Lan had already prepared breakfast.
She cooked vegetable porridge and fried a few egg pancakes and fried dumplings, which looked pretty good.
After I sat down at the dining table, she said to me: "How about you try my craftsmanship?"
I smiled at her, then picked up a fried dumpling with chopsticks and tasted it.
"How's it going? Not bad, right?"
As I tasted it, I nodded and said, "Yes, it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. You can't tell! Not only are you beautiful, but you're also such a good cook."
"You taught me that."
"I taught you this?!" I looked at her in astonishment.
"Yeah, I didn't know how to make these before." As she said that, she added another piece of egg cake and put it into my bowl.
I feel very comfortable getting along with her. Even though I have no impression of her, there is still a special feeling somewhere.
It seems that we are really a family, and we are a young couple who have lived together for a long time.
She finished eating quickly, and then told me to eat more and not to worry.
After she finished speaking, she went back to the room. When I was about to finish eating, she came out of the bedroom. She had already put on makeup and looked dignified, generous, mature and beautiful.
I was a little dumbfounded because in the six months since I lost my memory, I had never seen such a beautiful woman like her.
She had already walked in front of me, and I came back to my senses and quickly averted my gaze.
"Am I good-looking?" she suddenly asked me, with an imperceptible smile on her lips.
I nodded guiltily and quickly drank the porridge in the bowl in one gulp.
She chuckled and said, "Don't be so shy, right? It's not the first time you've seen me."
I smiled and said: "For me, this is the first time!"
She smiled again and sat down next to me, carrying a very nice fragrance.
She said to me, "Do you remember our first date?"
Of course I didn't remember it, so I shook my head to show that I had forgotten.
So she said to me again: "At that time you were as embarrassed and uneasy as you are now. You clearly wanted to hold my hand, but you were afraid. Thinking about it now, you were really innocent at that time."
"How did we meet before?"
"This is a long story. I'll tell you slowly in the future. I'll wash the dishes first, and you can tidy up and we'll be ready to go."
I stood up quickly and said to her, "I'll go wash it."
With that said, I took the initiative to collect the bowls together, carried them into the kitchen, turned on the faucet and started washing them.
An Lan was looking at me outside, with a smile on her face and looking at me.
I was thinking at that time how happy it would be to live with such a woman for the rest of my life.
She told me that we were lovers before, but we separated because of some things.
I just don’t understand. With such a good woman, I’m so full that I want to break up with her?
After I finished washing the dishes and we planned the route, she drove off in her Porsche Cayenne.
This 1,500-kilometer journey, nearly 18 hours of driving, will be the time An Lan and I spend alone together.